THE NATURE OF THE IMPLODING STAR 2 It trickled down to the well basin that worm hole that crushes all a pit in the sky if you can imagine that spreads the idea of danger all around phantasmagoria
and the world wreathed in black drowns out all sound and matter the vicious swipe of the cloven hand and to elevate curiosity stars imploding all around yet not one breath of poisoned air touches
our blue/black sphere a tenuous jumping to avoid rivers in blood curdled milk avoided and it's as simple as that a new ordering from the appearing chaos at hand and everything pulled apart and
mismatched is only an illusion we engender in a simpletons scrawl to calculate re-calculate but some are born of the other side and the same in no embittered moments and something encapsulating the
shattering a vacant trip wire to ensnare all living flesh and livid to the realization that all imagined is not entombed and possible too possible and to go to the place where the worm never dies
instead of the darkened subtle surfers on lighting dimmed which illuminate anarchistic standpoints the children of Eden the children of a well thought out doom and it all swirls in a constantly
tightening yin yang and if one could imagine seared flesh smearing the walls of a falsified time sequence born of blown mental circuitry our visual scope only sees so much the nature of the
imploding star born of light and darkness sets you on the head of a needle balancing perfectly the fragile escapists desire to feed off of an encroaching insanity and a weather warped ongoing
nature ease off the brake pedal and let go where will we go something in the pit in the sky knows